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|Habacuque 3:14|
Thou didst pierce with his own staves the head of his warriors: They came as a whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
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|Habacuque 3:15|
Thou didst tread the sea with thy horses, The heap of mighty waters.
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|Habacuque 3:16|
I heard, and my body trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entereth into my bones, and I tremble in my place; Because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, For the coming up of the people that invadeth us.
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|Habacuque 3:17|
For though the fig-tree shall not flourish, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls:
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|Habacuque 3:18|
Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
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|Habacuque 3:19|
Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength; And he maketh my feet like hinds' [feet], And will make me to walk upon my high places.
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